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Qin Shuang felt weak in the legs even two days later, sitting at the breakfast table waiting for Chen Jing to pick her up.
He Zhiyao that son of a bitch was definitely not human.
Was it just because she hadn't come back for over a month due to filming?
Was it because she had to add a last-minute scene when he came to visit, leaving him hanging at the hotel?
Did he really have to torture her like this as if they were enemies for half their lives?
It was only the next day that Qin Shuang realized what all that fancy stuff He Zhiyao did meant.
He was simply taking revenge because she had left him out in the cold for her filming.
Hah, what a dog, a comparing pile.
Qin Shuang kept a straight face, taking the heart-shaped fried egg the auntie had made especially for her and stabbing it with her fork as if it were He Zhiyao.
She stabbed it hard, twice.
He Zhiyao came downstairs, rolling up one sleeve and leaning down beside her with his hand on her side, "Not feeling hungry?"
